More tabloid journalists
This all seems a bit tame what with, y'know, everything, but still...

I was freelancing for a weekly men's mag (the one that's not Nuts, and I was only writing about sport, not tits), and one of the section eds there was an old tabloid hand.

One night in the pub, he regaled us with stories of life at the hard edge. Things like how they'd doorstep grieving families in pairs, so while one talked to them sympathetically in the kitchen, the other could steal family photos from off the mantelpiece. Lots of nice stuff like that.

What really pissed me off was how he thought we'd be somehow in awe of him, and that every journo somehow aspired to that level of tabloid fuckwittery. He actually finished the one-sided conversation with words to the effect, 'one day son, keep yer head down, work 'ard and you too could do something unspeakable to a recently bereaved family!'

At which point me and the other happy magazine let's-write-a-pointless-but-amusing-feature-type person made our excuses. Twunt.
( FridgeBadger, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 17:13, Reply)